A Thanksgiving Story
by Will, 5th grade
Chapter 1 A Turkey Life
It all began one night in the forest of Babble. Every turkey in Village O’ Creak was eagerly awaiting Harvest Day. This was the day when every village in The Forest of Babble sat down together and remember all their town’s history. In this village there lived a turkey named Brother Raspy. He lived in the town’s monastery.
He was adopted by the turkey monks after he was found wandering about. “I don’t get it! Why do I have to go?!” complained Raspy. “I said you could skip this year’s celebration, to study our town’s history. That doesn’t mean you can’t help get ready.” said Brother Flap. Raspy stomped off to his room.
“Hey Raspy, up here! ” Raspy looked up through his ‘cell’ window. “Hey Coof, what’s up?” Raspy asked in a moaning voice. “This is real important. When I was out foraging I saw some men!” “So?” “So they have pinkish/tan skin! And that’s not all I saw them with these weird spears and their was a
BAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGGG!!!!!!!!
And a bird fell down dead!” Raspy thought a moment. I’ll really have to word this carefully.
“I don’t Bbelieve it!” “But it’s true!” reassured Coof. “Then take me there!” demanded Raspy. “I can’t! I almost got killed myself!” “Then you’re lying!” “Fine! I’ll take you.” moaned Coof. YES!! Now Raspy was a turkey from what is today Indiana. So when he came to the Forest Of Babble he had a “Hoosier” accent. Which is why they call him Brother Raspy. (Because Hoosier sounds dumb and well, would you want to name a turkey Jersey? So all that’s left is Raspy.
In one hour the two had come upon a place that they thought was very depressing. There were many wood hubs connected to the ground. And they could see weird wooden structures, and men, and dead animals. “I heard about a great feast they were going to have a feast of…” Coof paused. “Turkey!” “I can’t believe it!”
When they were finally at the village they ran right up to a hole that contained their secret meeting place. Coof began: “I have an idea, we can scare them away!!!” Coof explained. “That idea might just be
crazy enough, TO GET US BOTH KILLED!!!” Roared Raspy “Oh, and I suppose you have a better idea?!” exclaimed Coof. “Alright, we’ll try to scare them away.”
2 How Pennsylvania Really Got Its Name
Coof ran rapidly through the village’s underground huts. When he came up to the sign that read: NO RACOONS ALLOWED, STAY ON YOUR SIDE OF THE VILLAGE YOU DIRTY STINKIN MAMMALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Yeah, right.” said Coof. The village of Babble had 3 parts. Westward was the place with all the mammals (especially raccoons also smallest part.) that turkeys rarely visited. Northward was infrastructure and shops (second biggest) , down south were farms and laboring jobs that were left for the “savages” (second smallest) , And in the west is the biggest part: the turkey’s houses.
Coof climbed over the fence and found Raspy waiting for him. “Hey, I have a great idea how to scare away the men. And I brought the supplies too!” said Coof, trying to fit it all in one breath. As the two were walking down to the “depressing” clearing Raspy asked: “So, what’s in that sack anyway?” asked Raspy.
Coof looked down at his sack and both of them stopped. “Nothing’s in here, see. This, and some rope, and some blackberries is all we need.” How could all that scare off all the men? thought Raspy. Before he could figure out why he felt cold and dark inside he knew that they were there. “Coof ? Where are you?” “I’m up here!” “Oh no, he’s dead!” cried Raspy “No! On the top of this hut!” “He’s still alive, there’s still hope, don’t walk towards the light!!!!!!!” “Oh get up here.” said Coof.
Raspy was pulled up on the “hut”. “Here, when I say boo! You lower this sack down and hold it and I’ll do the rest.” Raspy watched as his b.f.
scribbled a face on the sack with the blackberries. “So, what’s this gonna do?” asked Raspy.
“We raccoons have a legend, there once 100 years ago was a beach where the first sighting of these strange new men found land. They were lead by some guy named after a tree or something. But then they were forced off the land by the people who were here first. So I thought maybe we could make the men think that they had offended those guys who came here year’s ago.”
explained Coof.
When the two boys were finished talking they couldn’t help but listen to two men right below them. “Well it’s thanksgiving once again.” said one man. “ And once again we’re gonna feast on delicious roast turkey.” Said another. “ And the turkey’s call me savage.” Remarked Coof. “BOO!” Yelled Coof. And the “ghost” went hurdling down. “Ah!!!!!” yelled the men. “I am the ghost of uh, Leif, Erikson yeah!” boomed Coof. “Please spirit, spare us, have mercy on two poor souls!”, pleaded one man.
There is but one way I can do that. Go 350 miles away from hear! Then name that area after my in-sur… insurance agent is that how you say it?” “Yes, we can do that, but what’s his name?”, one man asked. Then he took out a piece of paper and a feather pen.
“Say what’s that?” Coof was motioning to the pen. “Oh, this is a feather pen.” Answered the man. “Ah, what a coincidence, his name was Will Penn.”
“Thank you for warning us spirit”, said the other man. They turned and walked away. Then one turned around and said: “And thank you, for the gift of life.”
Epilogue (Chapter 3)
As our two heroes watched the men leave, (they were totally concealed in the bushes), they would never forget the sound of one man saying: “What’s an insurance agent anyway?”
Thanks to Coof and Raspy, the secret villages of the forest of Babble never again encountered a death due to man’s hunger for roasted turkey on a cold Thanksgiving day. After Raspy told everyone this story, hatred toward mammals became obsolete, and all mammals were given fair rights.
The End
I Hope you’ve enjoyed my Thanksgiving story
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